I heard ‘whaaaaaaap’ on my face, it was her
hands, I tried to tolerate it by all means even
when my spirit was willing my flesh was not.
I grab a shirt and left the room, I went out to
one joint they do sell beer, I drank myself to
stupor, that period was when I realized the
effect of alcohol on a sorrowful and confused
nigga, I walked with my head home, after
On getting home, I met Jenny absent, she
was no more in my room, I was happy
though being drunk, I could at least still
reason, as I lay on the bed I slept off. “Catch
him, catch him, thief, thief thief oooo,
everybody come ooo” I was confused but at
the same time, don’t wanna ask questions,
knowing too well that in Lagos, Alaba
especially they don’t use ears to hear that
word thief, because they will lynch whoever is
being accused before they even hear his
explanation. I started running as I hear
different people with different weapon coming
out of their shops in pursuing me, I ran with
all my life, I don’t know what I did.
Fortunately I sighted one shop I know, and I
ran straight there before any one could trace
me, they whole crowd ran pass me, the shop
owner asked me, “oboi wetin hapun na, wetin
u steal way make them the pursue u like
that” “bros, see me see wahala ooo, I no
steal anything ooo, I no even go near
anybody shop, I just the waker and before I
know, one woman just the follow me the
shout thief, thief, thief, I come the confused,
ah bin wan stand but I know how people the
for here now, them no go wan hear anything
until them kill you” I explained to the guy who
owns the shop, he told me that I tried by
running away, if not I should have been death
by now, me self thank my star that very day.
As we were still talking news came to us that
the guy that steal and they misquote to be
me was caught and was being beating to
stupor, his survival rate being marginal.
Suddenly, I saw my pursuers coming back
with their weapons, I believed two things
must have necessitated their coming back,
either they couldn’t found me or they heard
that the real thief was caught. I ran back into
the shop, I stood by the door to hear what
they will be saying. “But nna men, na goddy
save save that boi ooo, we for just kill am
since sef ify to say we catch, we for just kill
the wrong person be that”. One of them said.
“I swear, that woman kwanu, she just d shout
on top boy way no do anything come leave
the real thief, wannem, make god no let us
kill innocent person for this alaba ooo”.
Another one responded, I thanked the owner
of the shop as I followed them to the scene
of the incident. On getting there I saw a
young man lying in the pool of his blood,
with cutlass cut and wood all over their body,
blood coming out of every part of his body, I
was moved with tears, I was just imagining
myself being the boy if it has not being my
chi, the man might even be innocent as me. I
went with tears to the woman’s shop, who
first raise alarm, when she saw me, she
started begging me to please forgive her, that
she was very sorry, I just looked at her,
looked at the boy lying death on the ground, I
couldn’t help but cry. I didn’t say a word to
her, I just left.
On getting to the main road, I never knew I
was standing on the main road because I
was thinking, the next thing I heard was the
screeching of a vehicle, it almost kill me, as I
shout Jesus!!! I woke up and my body was
full with sweat, the dream remain a mystery
for many days……………
…….… END OF SEASON ONE ….……
What happen to my street chicks, with
NECO yet to come, did I escape their wrath?
Do they all give birth? Did I went back for
my NECO exams?…………All and many more in SEASON TWO……………
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